nervous.
“These.” Josh suddenly lunged at a nearby rack and thrust something at me.
“Combats,” said Indy. “That’s cool!”
Somewhat nervously – I am always nervous when it comes to clothes – I said, “D’you really think so?”
“Are you daring to question me?” said Josh.
“No!” I backed down, hastily.
“So take them! Try them.”
“What about a top?” said Indy.
“I’m coming to that,” said Josh. “Don’t rush me!”
Indy and I exchanged glances. Talk about a prima donna! Humbly, we trailed round after him.
“Here! Try this.” He picked up a T-shirt and handed it to me.
“Ooh, designer!” said Indy.
“It’s just a T-shirt,” said Josh.
But it wasn’t! I looked at the price tag and nearly died. All that, for a T-shirt? Josh said, “Quality does not come cheap.” Then he gave me a little push in the direction of the changing room and said, “Well, go on, go and try them on!”
“And then come out and show us,” said Indy.
I never enjoy trying on clothes. Whatever I buy, it’s always the same: I look in the mirror and there’s this great galumphing hippopotamus staring back at me. I couldn’t see that combats and a T-shirt, no matter if the T-shirt did cost the earth, were likely to work any miracles. But oh, they did! The T-shirt didn’t just flump about in big billowing folds, the same as T-shirts usually do. It actually fitted. Properly. It was red, with a skull and crossbones motif on the front. I loved it! It almost made me look thin. Well, thinnish.
The combats, which were half the price of the T-shirt, were olive green, and wonder of wonders, I managed to get into them without any straining or heaving or sucking in of my tummy. I went prancing out of the changing room with this big, triumphant grin on my face.
Indy took one look and squealed, “Rock chick!”
“See?” Josh gave a little bow. “Apology graciously accepted.”
“So what’s she going to wear with it?” said Indy.
I said, “Yes! What am I going to wear with it?” The T-shirt by itself had eaten up a large chunk of Mum’s money. Josh said not to panic. “You don’t really need anything else.”
“What about shoes?” said Indy.
“Trainers,” said Josh.
“What about jewellery?”
Josh said so long as it wasn’t clunky.
“Let’s go and look!” Indy went dancing off up the store, to where they had a stand full of beads and bangles. “Look, look, what about this?” She came dancing back, dangling a long silver chain with a pendant. “This would go! Wouldn’t it?”
She was ever so happy when Josh agreed. It made her a bit bold. Eagerly she suggested that maybe I could buy some “dangly earrings” and “sparkly bits to put in my hair”. Josh said, “Knock it off, she’s a rock chick, not a Christmas tree!” Indy’s face fell. “Maybe something for her hair,” said Josh.
“And nail varnish?” begged Indy. “She could have nail varnish!”
Josh said he would allow me to have nail varnish, and he even let Indy pick the colour: deep, dark purple.
“Don’t ask me what I’d like,” I said.
“Got no intention,” said Josh. “I’m your fashion guru.”
“And I’m his assistant,” giggled Indy. It was really going to her head! But I didn’t mind; I know I have no clothes sense. They didn’t even let me choose the sparkly bits for my hair. Personally I rather fancied a pair of glittery butterflies, but Indy sucked in her breath and Josh, very sternly, said, “Carm, put them back.”
“But they’re pretty!”
“They’re tacky.”
“Tacky, tacky, tacky!” sang Indy. Like she knows any better than I do. “Look, stars! How about stars?”
Josh said yes, stars would do fine.
Indy beamed. “Stars for a star! Cos that’s what she’s going to be.”
“I dunno.” I shook my head. “It’s all very well getting stuff to wear, but what am I gonna sing?”
“We’ll work on it,” said Josh. “Maybe write something special.”
Yesss! I felt like flying at him and hugging him, only he’d probably just have got embarrassed. But I was really excited by the idea. A song written specially for the occasion! It might even gain me some extra points.
As soon as I got home, Mum demanded to know what I’d bought. “Put it on, so I can see!”
I was a bit wary, cos Mum is just, like, so critical, but I could tell at once that she approved.
“Wonderful,” she said, “to have a boyfriend who can choose clothes for you!”
I have told Mum so many times that Josh is not my boyfriend. He is just a friend who happens to be a boy. Mum doesn’t believe that is possible. She once said so in front of Nan. She said, “You can’t have a boy as a friend. Not just an ordinary friend.” Then she laughed and said, “Well, I never could.”
Nan, quick as a flash, said, “No, and look what happened to you!” Nan could be quite sharp, and she always, always defended me. I do miss her loads. She used to tell Mum to leave me alone, especially when Mum nagged at me about my weight, or said if Josh wasn’t my boyfriend then wasn’t it about time I got one?
I’ve had boyfriends! Two, in fact. One was Sam Wyman that lives in our block, and the other was Judd Priestley at juniors. They were both unimaginably boring. You couldn’t ever talk to them like I can with Josh. When I said this to Mum she raised both eyebrows and said, “Who wants a boyfriend for talking to?”
I said, “I do!” To which Mum retorted that I would “sing a different tune one of these days”. Well, pardon me, but I don’t think so!
Next weekend, I got together with Josh and we wrote a song for me to sing in the talent contest. We’ve been writing songs for ever. We started back in Year 7, and we’re still doing it. We work really well together. Sometimes we argue, but we never fall out. We tend to bounce ideas off each other, like Josh will say, “How about this?” and I’ll say, “Or maybe this?” and that will set us off and get us all inspired in a way that I don’t think would happen if we were doing it separately. We work out the music together, too. I play the guitar – well, just chords mainly, on account of being self-taught – but Josh is like a demon on the keyboard and the drums. He knows about music because his mum and dad are musicians. His dad is a violinist and plays in an orchestra, his mum teaches at a local school. Josh always claims not to be musical – he says I am far more musical than he is – but he knows things that I don’t, so I’ll, like, sing a phrase and Josh will pick it up and run with it. Between us, we’re an ace team!
This is the song that we wrote:
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Star crazy me
Floatin’ free-ee-ee
Into the ether of
Eternity
Now do you see me
Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high